Fucked By My Brothers Friends 1

It was past midnight, the house silent except for the low hum of the fridge. I crept barefoot across the tile, wearing nothing but one of my oversized shirts that barely skimmed the tops of my thighs. My brother had fallen asleep hours ago, and I thought his friends had too. They’d come over to crash after a long night out drinking.

I should’ve known better.

The second I tugged the fridge door open, cool light spilling across my bare legs, then I heard it, low laughter behind me, deep and male.

“Well, well…”

I froze, hand still on the milk carton. My stomach dropped, heat rushing straight between my thighs. Slowly, I turned my head and there they leaning against the counter like they’d been waiting.

Liam, tall, cocky, with that constant smirk that made me want to slap him and kiss him all at once. And Jace, darker, broader, his eyes sharper, hungrier. My brother’s best friends. The two men I’d spent years pretending I didn’t fantasize about when I touched myself in the shower.

And now they were looking at me like they knew.

“You planning on having a midnight snack?” Liam asked, his eyes trailing down my bare legs, pausing right where my shirt rode up. His smirk grew. “Or were you hoping we’d catch you?”

I swallowed hard, throat dry. “I-I didn’t know you were awake.”

“Clearly,” Jace murmured, his voice a rough growl. He pushed off the counter, closing the distance between us. My pulse thudded so hard it almost hurt, every nerve in my body tightening as he reached out and brushed the hem of my shirt with two fingers. Just a ghost of a touch, but it made my pussy clench.

“You know this shirt doesn’t hide much, right?” he said, his mouth curving dangerously. “We can see how hard your nipples are.”

I glanced down, heat flooding my cheeks. Fuck. The cool air from the fridge had my tits pebbled, the thin fabric doing nothing to conceal it. I crossed my arms over my chest, but Liam was suddenly behind me, his hands sliding down my arms, prying them apart.

“Don’t hide,” he whispered against my ear, breath warm, sending a shiver through me. “You think we haven’t noticed the way you look at us? The way you bite your lip when we walk around shirtless?”

My knees nearly buckled. They knew. They fucking knew.

“I don’t—” My protest died when Jace’s hand slid higher, fingers grazing the inside of my thigh.

“Don’t lie,” he said, his eyes locked on mine, daring me to deny it.

My heart was racing so fast I thought I’d pass out. Liam pressed closer from behind, his chest hard against my back, his cock—fuck, his cock—thick against my ass even through his sweatpants.

“You should’ve seen the way she bent over earlier,” Liam said, his voice mocking but threaded with hunger. “I thought I was gonna take her right there on the couch.”

Jace chuckled darkly, hand squeezing my thigh just under the hem of my shirt. “Maybe we should show her what happens when she teases us.”

“I wasn’t—” I tried, but it came out breathless, desperate.

“You’re soaked already,” Jace cut in, smirking when I gasped. His hand pressed higher, two fingers stroking over my panties. The thin cotton was embarrassingly wet, clinging to me.

“Fuck,” Liam groaned against my neck. “She is. She’s dripping.”

I whimpered, my head falling back against his shoulder.

“You like this, don’t you?” he taunted, nipping my ear. “Your brother’s best friends cornering you in the kitchen, touching you like you’re our little toy.”

Jace’s fingers rubbed harder, the friction sending sparks shooting through my belly. I couldn’t answer, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think past the heat pooling in my core.

“Say it,” Jace demanded, his voice sharp enough to slice me open. “Tell us you like it.”

“I—fuck—” My legs trembled. “I like it.”

Both of them groaned and Liam’s hand slid up, cupping one of my tits through the shirt, squeezing hard enough to make me moan.

“That’s what I thought,” Jace said with a satisfied grin. His finger hooked in the waistband of my panties, tugging just enough to tease. “You came down here for milk, but you’re getting something else.”

My pussy clenched, leaking even more at his words.

“Something better,” Liam added, his teeth scraping my neck before he licked the spot he bit.

I shuddered, trapped between them, my body betraying every filthy secret I’d tried to keep.

Liam’s hand squeezed my tit harder, rolling my nipple through the thin fabric until I cried out. The sound bounced off the kitchen walls, too loud, too filthy, but neither of them gave a damn.

“Fuck, hear that?” Liam rasped against my ear. “She moans like a slut. Bet she’s been practicing for us.”

I shook my head, but Jace smirked, yanking my panties aside in one rough pull. Cool air hit my soaked pussy, and I whimpered, thighs instinctively pressing together.

“Don’t hide,” Jace said again, firmer this time. His fingers slid straight through my slick folds, wet sounds echoing in the quiet kitchen. “Look at that, she’s dripping. All this mess for us.”

Liam chuckled darkly. “For both of us. That’s greedy, sweetheart.”

I gasped when Jace’s finger pressed against my clit, circling it slowly, cruelly, making me buck against his hand. Liam pinched my nipple harder, and my body jolted between them like I had no control left.

“Please—” I choked out, not even knowing what I was begging for.

“Please what?” Jace pressed, voice low. His eyes were locked on me like he was waiting for me to break.

“Please touch me,” I whispered, shame heating my cheeks, my legs shaking.

Both men groaned like the words were a gift.

Jace shoved two fingers inside me without warning, stretching me so fast I nearly screamed. My hands flew to the counter behind me, nails scraping the surface as my pussy clenched hard around him.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” he growled, pumping in and out, his thick fingers curling deep. “Gonna ruin this little hole.”

Liam’s lips closed around my neck, sucking bruises into my skin while his other hand yanked my shirt up. My tits spilled free, thick and bouncing, my nipples hard peaks in the kitchen light.

“Goddamn,” Liam groaned, catching one in his mouth. His tongue swirled rough over the sensitive bud, then he bit down just enough to make me cry out.

“Liam—fuck!”

Jace’s pace quickened, his fingers driving deeper, wetter, while he stared at my tits like he was starving.

“Get the other one,” he ordered, his voice rough.

Liam switched, dragging his mouth to my other nipple, sucking so hard it pulled a broken moan from my throat. His free hand didn’t stop, though—he wrapped it under my tit, squeezing it, kneading it like he wanted to mark every inch.

“You like that?” Liam muttered against my skin. “You like us using your fat tits?”

“Yes—fuck—yes!” I cried, my back arching, pressing my chest into his mouth and my pussy harder onto Jace’s hand.

“Thought so,” Jace muttered, smirking as his thumb slammed into my clit while his fingers fucked me mercilessly.

Liam’s teeth grazed my nipple again, this time tugging, stretching it until I screamed his name.

“She’ll come just from her tits and fingers,” Liam said, his voice full of dark amusement.

“She’s gonna come all over my hand,” Jace countered, shoving in deeper, curling his fingers until my vision blurred.

My body snapped, everything tightening so violently I almost collapsed. Cum gushed around Jace’s hand, soaking me, soaking the counter, and Liam moaned around my tit like he was drinking the sounds straight from my throat.

“Fuck, look at her,” Jace hissed, his jaw tight as he kept pumping me through it. “Making a fucking mess for us.”

I was shaking, panting, tits still trapped in Liam’s hot mouth while Jace’s fingers owned my pussy.

And neither of them looked like they were stopping.